Chapter 207

The teenage boy was seen clad in an oversized gray shirt on the ring. He had a hollow look on his face, seemingly tuning out the erupting cheers from the crowd that consisted of hundreds of onlookers. It was as though everything that was going on in the chamber had nothing to do with him. He stood on the ring, his right fist bloodied. A bulky guy was all sprawled out on the ground about ten feet away from him, obviously dead. "He took out another one of my fighters!" Lance gritted his teeth angrily, yet he was helpless about the situation. "Have you ever thought about a potential problem?" Perseus shot Lance a glance. "What problem?" "Maybe the opponent isn't that strong. Maybe… your fighters are too weak, to begin with." Lance fell silent at Perseus' hypothesis. His expression darkened even more, but he dared not refute Perseus. If it wasn't for Lance being too weak, he wouldn't have wanted to become Perseus' lapdog from the start. Tom approached Perseus before murmuring into